My laceration
and your thorns are what the red...
Whales
Jump out of water...
By grassy edge of gallant pines,
I breathe the effervescent spring...
An age-old golden artist glows
as it meanders upon a journey...
I long to smell the scent of pastures green
and hear the early song which breaks our day...
You walk on burning embers
like a black stone...
Love means Sacrifice.
There, in Copenhagen harbor, a statue told tale...
Unpunctuating,
fear will slice the time...
Languid brush strokes struggle to
Ignite under star encrusted skies...
Her petals curled,
not with beauty who had...
Beneath the midnight sky of June
cuddled in silky strands of moon...
Majestic swan glides
The liquid mirrored quiet...